Seems like I just can't get ahead lately. I was overcome by homemade cookies last night. I should not have had any, but I had two with a glass of milk when I was out of calories for the day. Why did I do it? And why can't I just let it go? Dang it, I hate being weak.
We took the kids to the oceanfront swimming last night and then they wanted to stop for ice cream. We pulled in the Dairy Queen drive-thru and I ordered what they wanted, but nothing for me. I have to toot my own horn sometimes.